Текст песни
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Have you ever seen a little dude
Who be doing what I do?
Uh huh yeah, yo whoo!
Let's get at it dog, come on, whoo!
Now what goes up, must come down (shit)
But we ain't coming down, it be them same ole' clowns
Aiming your pound pretending they proud
But when you leave town they go around they running they mouth (man)
They something like a hater man
Talking bad about a playa as if I'm not gon see ya later man
You constantly frontin' until you confronted on
If you don't like whats going on goin' to another song
'Cause I keep a hater guilty
My cars and my money all alike man, both them filthy (get it?)
From skimpy and empty to fuel on full
See I be high when my 'Ca-go Bulls
Obey no rules to school you fools
Schoolboy's err'y where, we're Young Dude news (man)
St. Louis like Blues, D. Miles and Larry Hughes
And the Young Dude done paid young dudes' dues dude
But yo, what da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shit)
All I need, is the track in the background
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'mma rip
(But yo) What da hook gon' be (Uh oh!)
See I don't need no fucking hook on this beat (Shit)
All I need, is the track in the background
My headphones loud, keep the blunt goin 'round and I'mma rip
The sun'll come out, tomorrow
And I will never have to borrow
Got my first car when I turned sixteen
Only drove it home outta town limousines
Plus we was broke wit a deal but nobody could tell
So we did what we had to do for "Country Grammar" to sell
Haha, I stay on my own melodies
Plus I like my Booties and my Boobs like a capital letter 'B'
That's how it is, how it better be
I preferably rather have two or three girls in the bed wit me
Close your ears ma you ain't heard nothin' (whaa?)
I always pay ma let a brother hold somethin'
I'm basically coming from nothing to something